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inn 1 47 1 miles from London to the bourne where we 

 left him. 



And from Bawtry the roads to York diverge— the 

 main and mail road going by Doncastcr, Ferrybridge, and 

 Tadcaster into our terminus : the lower road going by 

 Thorne, Selby, and Cawood. And Turpin took the 

 lower road. And here the first signs of calamity began 

 to overtake him. His mortal pursuers seem long since 









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to have abandoned all idea of performing this feat. 

 One of them named Titus, was resting like a wise man 

 at the Angel at Grantham- — having had as he poetically 

 remarked, " a complete bellyful of it," the rest were 

 pursuing still no doubt — but nearly a county separated 

 them from their pre)'. Yes, it was at such a crisis of 

 affairs, when all promised to end prosperously for 

 Richard Turpin, Esquire, that, as I say, calamity began 

 to overtake him. As he was skirting the waters of the 



